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did not cry. He just nodded slowly, the way he used to nod when he was a small boy and was working hard to take in something big.
“I need some time, Dad,” he finally said.
“Of course,” I told him. “Take whatever time you need.”
He stood up, came around the table, and squeezed my shoulder. Then he went up to his room.
The Twenty Five Days of Silence
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